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I've had a sum total of Jack Shit™ in terms of inspiration recently so have some crummy doodles of stuff!
#false idols#muffin#muv'inar talmora#liv brauer#xeon softsong#fismil shaethilla#amarei cloudheaded#raven bran#persona au#p5au#persona#hecate#dnd#dungeons and dragons#doodles#artists on tumblr#my art#art#digital art
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one of the things i wish the show emphasised more is how awful jaime pushing bran out of that window was, permanently paralysing him. cos obviously doing that to a child is awful but the emphasis on how ruined bran sees his life now in the books is something i wish was translated onto screen better, because he wanted to be a knight, he had always always dreamt of becoming a knight he had no desire to get married or become a lord, all that mattered was becoming like all of his idols and become knighted, and that’s something that now he will never be able to do, because one man laid a simple hand on his chest and pushed him. that’s a harrowing thing for an eight year old to go through and it’s something, because it goes so undiscussed in the show, that is so frequently forgotten. bran is so tragic!
#the disregarding of all bran went through makes me mad#and upset#that’s all#bran stark#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#jaime lannister#house stark#a game of thrones#valyrianscrolls#brandon stark#three eyed raven
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“Bring her home, Mance” but away from Winterfell, because the Starklings are each other’s home not some castle
#robb knew the problems that would come with releasing jon from his night’s watch vows BUT HE MISSED HIS BROTHER#arya wanting king’s landing to flood but changes her mind bc she’s needs sansa to survive#sansa being beaten for robb’s victories but praying for them anyway#bran wishing all the starklings could come be ravens with him#jon still thinking the war horns could be robb returning#crying into my pillow#asoiaf#jon snow#arya stark#starklings#valyrianscrolls#game of thrones#starks#house stark#mance rayder
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It fucks that there are so many characters that are an antithesis to one of The Seven while still embodying their traits and technically representing them. Cersei is the Mother in that she only has love for her own children, but no mercy or any sense of nurturing. Tywin represents the Father’s protection, his justice, but that justice is always unfair, and serves only him, not even his own children. I have a Rolodex of all the knights that warp the values of the Warrior. Jamie and Arthur have to break one vow to stay true to another. Sandor is vile and cruel and dishonorable, but still protective of the innocent. Tyrion does his best to mend the broken city and protect its people like the Smith would do, but is also actively destabilizing things and fucking shit up for his own personal gain. Margaery had managed to maintain being the idea of the Maiden while being married three times, and hiding her plotting under the guise of innocence and virtue. Bran is a young Crone, his wisdom and foresight forced upon him instead of being obtained naturally through age. And Arya is a wanderer with no identity, a killer who takes life at random. But unlike the Stranger, Arya is still Arya, no matter how she tries to hide herself. She is a scared girl with a bias, not killing unthinkingly but rather in order to enact her revenge and seek justice, the opposite of what Death would do. Anyways these kinds of foils absolutely fuck
#asoiaf#AND the crone let the first raven in the world when she peered through the door of death like??? bran is so Crone kinnie#everyone always like arya stranger and yeah she is sometimes but she’s also an 11 y/o who kills ppl bc she needs vengeance of some kind#her ass is NOT unbiased and unmerciful like Death
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"Not cry.Fly."
"I can't fly,"Bran said. "I can't ,I can't..."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?"
"What are you doing to me ?" he asked the crowd tearful."
"Teaching you how to fly."
"I can't fly!"
"You're flying right now."
"I'm falling!"
"Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down."
AGOT - Bran III
#asoiaf#asoiaf fanart#agot#bran stark#the three eyed raven#bloodraven#weirwood tree#brandon stark#jaime lannister
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oooh please someday tell us what you think of GOT
oh, no, it's my fatal weakness! it's [checks notes] literally just the bare modicum of temptation! okay you got me.
SO. in order to tell what's wrong with game of thrones you kind of have to have read the books, because the books are the reason the show goes off the rails. i actually blame the showrunners relatively little in proportion to GRRM for how bad the show was (which I'm not gonna rehash here because if you're interested in GOT in any capacity you've already seen that horse flogged to death). people debate when GOT "got bad" in terms of writing, but regardless of when you think it dropped off, everyone agrees the quality declined sharply in season 8, and to a certain extent, season 7. these are the seasons that are more or less entirely spun from whole cloth, because season 7 marks the beginning of what will, if we ever see it, be the Winds of Winter storyline. it's the first part that isn't based on a book by George R.R. Martin. it's said that he gave the showrunners plot outlines, but we don't know how detailed they were, or how much the writers diverged from the blueprint — and honestly, considering the cumulative changes made to the story by that point, some stark divergence would have been required. (there's a reason for this. i'll get there in a sec.)
so far, i'm not saying anything all that original. a lot of people recognized how bad the show got as soon as they ran out of Book to adapt. (I think it's kind of weird that they agreed to make a show about an unfinished series in the first place — did GRRM figure that this was his one shot at a really good HBO adaptation, and forego misgivings about his ability to write two full books in however many years it took to adapt? did he think they would wait for him? did he not care that the series would eventually spoil his magnum opus, which he's spent the last three decades of his life writing? perplexing.) but the more interesting question is why the show got bad once it ran out of Book, because in my mind, that's not a given. a lot of great shows depart from the books they were based on. fanfiction does exactly that, all the time! if you have good writers who understand the characters they're working with, departure means a different story, not a worse one. now, the natural reply would be to say that the writers of GOT just aren't good, or at least aren't good at the things that make for great television, and that's why they needed the books as a structure, but I don't think that's true or fair, either. books and television are very different things. the pacing of a book is totally different from the pacing of a television show, and even an episodic book like ASOIAF is going to need a lot of work before it's remotely watchable as a series. bad writers cannot make great series of television, regardless of how good their source material is. sure, they didn't invent the characters of tyrion lannister and daenerys targaryen, but they sure as hell understood story structure well enough to write a damn compelling season of TV about them!
so but then: what gives? i actually do think it's a problem with the books! the show starts out as very faithful to the early books (namely, A Game of Thrones and A Clash of Kings) to the point that most plotlines are copied beat-for-beat. the story is constructed a little differently, and it's definitely condensed, but the meat is still there. and not surprisingly, the early books in ASOIAF are very tightly written. for how long they are, you wouldn't expect it, but on every page of those books, the plot is racing. you can practically watch george trying to beat the fucking clock. and he does! useful context here is that he originally thought GOT was going to be a trilogy, and so the scope of most threads in the first book or two would have been much smaller. it also helps that the first three books are in some respects self-contained stories. the first book is a mystery, the second and third are espionage and war dramas — and they're kept tight in order to serve those respective plots.
the trouble begins with A Feast for Crows, and arguably A Storm of Swords, because GRRM starts multiplying plotlines and treating the series as a story, rather than each individual book. he also massively underestimated the number of pages it would take him to get through certain plot beats — an assumption whose foundation is unclear, because from a reader's standpoint, there is a fucke tonne of shit in Feast and Dance that's spurious. I'm not talking about Brienne's Riverlands storyline (which I adore thematically but speaking honestly should have been its own novella, not a part of Feast proper). I'm talking about whole chapters where Tyrion is sitting on his ass in the river, just talking to people. (will I eat crow about this if these pay off in hugely satisfying ways in Winds or Dream? oh, totally. my brothers, i will gorge myself on sweet sweet corvid. i will wear a dunce cap in the square, and gleefully, if these turn out to not have been wastes of time. the fact that i am writing this means i am willing to stake a non-negligible amount of pride on the prediction that that will not happen). I'm talking about scenes where the characters stare at each other and talk idly about things that have already happened while the author describes things we already have seen in excruciating detail. i'm talking about threads that, while forgivable in a different novel, are unforgivable in this one, because you are neglecting your main characters and their story. and don't tell me you think that a day-by-day account tyrion's river cruise is necessary to telling his story, because in the count of monte cristo, the main guy disappears for nine years and comes hurtling back into the story as a vengeful aristocrat! and while time jumps like that don't work for everything, they certainly do work if what you're talking about isn't a major story thread!
now put aside whether or not all these meandering, unconcluded threads are enjoyable to read (as, in fairness, they often are!). think about them as if you're a tv showrunner. these bad boys are your worst nightmare. because while you know the author put them in for a reason, you haven't read the conclusion to the arc, so you don't know what that reason is. and even if the author tells you in broad strokes how things are going to end for any particular character (and this is a big "if," because GRRM's whole style is that he lets plots "develop as he goes," so I'm not actually convinced that he does have endings written out for most major characters), that still doesn't help you get them from point A (meandering storyline) to point B (actual conclusion). oh, and by the way, you have under a year to write this full season of television, while GRRM has been thinking about how to end the books for at least 10. all of this means you have to basically call an audible on whether or not certain arcs are going to pay off, and, if they are, whether they make for good television, and hence are worth writing. and you have to do that for every. single. unfinished. story. in the books.
here's an example: in the books, Quentin Martell goes on a quest to marry Daenerys and gain a dragon. many chapters are spent detailing this quest. spoiler alert: he fails, and he gets charbroiled by dragons. GRRM includes this plot to set up the actions of House Martell in Winds, but the problem is that we don't know what House Martell does in Winds, because (see above) the book DNE. So, although we can reliably bet that the showrunners understand (1) Daenerys is coming to Westeros with her 3 fantasy nukes, and (2) at some point they're gonna have to deal with the invasion of frozombies from Canada, that DOESN'T mean they necessarily know exactly what's going to happen to Dorne, or House Martell. i mean, fuck! we don't even know if Martin knows what's going to happen to Dorne or House Martell, because he's said he's the kind of writer who doesn't set shit out beforehand! so for every "Cersei defaults on millions of dragons in loans from the notorious Bank of Nobody Fucks With Us, assumes this will have no repercussions for her reign or Westerosi politics in general" plotline — which might as well have a big glaring THIS WILL BE IMPORTANT stamp on top of the chapter heading — you have Arianne Martell trying to do a coup/parent trap switcheroo with Myrcella, or Euron the Goffick Antichrist, or Faegon Targaryen and JonCon preparing a Blackfyre restoration, or anything else that might pan out — but might not! And while that uncertainty about what's important to the "overall story" might be a realistic way of depicting human beings in a world ruled by chance and not Destiny, it makes for much better reading than viewing, because Game of Thrones as a fantasy television series was based on the first three books, which are much more traditional "there is a plot and main characters and you can generally tell who they are" kind of book. I see Feast and Dance as a kind of soft reboot for the series in this respect, because they recenter the story around a much larger cast and cast a much broader net in terms of which characters "deserve" narrative attention.
but if you're making a season of television, you can't do that, because you've already set up the basic premise and pacing of your story, and you can't suddenly pivot into a long-form tone poem about the horrors of war. so you have to cut something. but what are you gonna cut? bear in mind that you can't just Forget About Dorne, or the Iron Islands, or the Vale, or the North, or pretty much any region of the story, because it's all interconnected, but to fit in everything from the books would require pacing of the sort that no reasonable audience would ever tolerate. and bear in mind that the later books sprout a lot more of these baby-plots that could go somewhere, but also might end up being secondary or tertiary to the "main story," which, at the end of the day, is about dragons and ice zombies and the rot at the heart of the feudal power system glorified in classical fantasy. that's the story that you as the showrunner absolutely must give them an end to, and that's the story that should be your priority 1.
so you do a hack and slash job, and you mortar over whatever you cut out with storylines that you cook up yourself, but you can't go too far afield, because you still need all the characters more or less in place for the final showdown. so you pinch here and push credulity there, and you do your best to put the characters in more or less the same place they would have been if you kept the original, but on a shorter timeframe. and is it as good as the first seasons? of course not! because the material that you have is not suited to TV like the first seasons are. and not only that, but you are now working with source material that is actively fighting your attempt to constrain a linear and well-paced narrative on it. the text that you're working with changed structure when you weren't looking, and now you have to find some way to shanghai this new sprawling behemoth of a Thing into a television show. oh, and by the way, don't think that the (living) author of the source material will be any help with this, because even though he's got years of experience working in television writing, he doesn't actually know how all of these threads will tie together, which is possibly the reason that the next book has taken over 8 years (now 13 and counting) to write. oh and also, your showrunners are sick of this (in fairness, very difficult) job and they want to go write for star wars instead, so they've refused the extra time the studio offered them for pre-production and pushed through a bunch of first-draft scripts, creating a crunch culture of the type that spawns entirely avoidable mistakes, like, say, some poor set designer leaving a starbucks cup in frame.
anyway, that's what I think went wrong with game of thrones.
#using the tags as a footnote system here but in order:#1. quentin MAY not be dead according to some theories but in the text he is a charred corpse#2. arianne is great and i love her but to be honest. my girl is kinda dumb. just 2 b real.#3. faegon is totally a blackfyre i think it's so obvious it may well be text at this point#it's almost r+l = j level man like it's kind of just reading comprehension at this point#4. relatedly there are some characters i think GRRM has endings picked out for and some i think he specifically does NOT#i think stannis melisandre jon and daenerys all will end up the same. jon and dany war crimes => murder/banishment arc is just classic GRRM#but i think jon's reasoning will be different and it'll be better-written.#im sorry but babygirl shireen IS getting flambeed. in response stannis will commit epic battle suicide killing all boltons i hope#brienne will live but in some tragic 'stay awhile horatio' capacity. likely she will try to die defending her liege and fail#faegon will die there's zero chance blackfyres win ever#now jaime/cersei I do NOT think he knows. my brothers in christ i don't think this motherfucker knows who the valonqar is!!#same with tyrion i think that the author in GRRM wants to do a nasty corruption arc + kill him off but the person in him loves him too much#sansa i have no goddamn idea what's going to happen. we just don't know enough about the northern conspiracy to tell#w/ arya i think he has... ideas. i don't think she's going to sail off to Explore i am almost certain that the show doing that was a cover#because the actual idea he gave them was unsavory or nonviable for some reason. bc like.#why would arya leave bran and jon and sansa? the family she's just spent her whole life fighting to come back to and avenge?#this is suspicious this does not feel like arya this does not feel right#bran will not be king or if he is it'll be in a VERY different way not the dumbfuck 'let's vote' bullshit#i personally think bran is going to go full corruption arc and become possessed by the 3 eyed raven. but that could be a pipe dream#the thing is he's way too OP in the show so the books have to nerf him and i think GRRM is still trying to work out#a way to actually do that.#i don't think he told them what happened with littlefinger or sansa. i think sansa's story is vaguely similar#(stark restoration through the female line etc)#but the queen in the north shit is way too contrived frankly. and selfishly i hope she gets something different#being a monarch in ASOIAF is not a happy ending. we know this from the moment we meet robert baratheon in AGOT#and we learn exactly what GRRM thinks of the people who 'win' these endless wars of succession#and they are not heroes#they are not celebrated#and they are neither safe nor happy
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I'm working my way down the list of requests, I'm sorry for the long wait! I took a lenghty break but now i'm back. Anon, I hope you like it!
Featuring Bran and The Three eyed Crow in the falling dream (Actually one of my favorite chapters!);
A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of reach, following him as he fell. "Help me," he said.
I'm trying, the crow replied. Say, got any corn?
Bran reached into his pocket. When he pulled his hand out, golden kernels slid from between his fingers into the air. They fell with him.
The crow landed on his hand and began to eat.
"Are you really a crow?" Bran asked.
Are you really falling? the crow asked back.
"It's just a dream," Bran said.
Is it? asked the crow.
"I'll wake up when I hit the ground," Bran told the bird.
You'll die when you hit the ground, the crow said. It went back to eating corn.
Bran looked down. He could see mountains now, their peaks white with snow, and the silver thread of rivers in dark woods. He closed his eyes and began to cry.
That won't do any good, the crow said. I told you, the answer is flying, not crying. How hard can it be. I'm doing it.
(bran, a game of thrones)
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf art#valyrianscrolls#bran stark#brandon stark#three eyed raven#three eyed crow#a game of thrones#request
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🍁🐺Bran Stark🐺🍁
Along with Summer, his direwolf and three eyed raven
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Bran: Do trees dream?
Luwin: Trees? No ...
Bran: They do. They dream tree dreams. I dream of a tree sometimes. A weirwood, like the one in the godswood. It calls to me. The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.
—Bran and Luwin
#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#direwolves#house stark#bran stark#three eyed raven#direwolf summer#ileenahajax art
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Sing Me Softly [Chapter 1 Release]
by EnemyOfInnocence
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58924588/chapters/150200434
Summary: To save the North, Sansa Stark must flee Winterfell and defeat the Mad Queen, who killed Jon Snow in the capital. To save her house, she must sit the Iron Throne. To save herself, she must trust House Stark's greatest enemy — Petyr Baelish, who evaded death itself. To save the Seven Kingdoms, she must face the complicated feelings he stirs in her heart.
Story Tags/Warnings:
Enemies to lovers, hate to love, scheming, forced proximity, sharing a bed, unhealthy relationships, dead Jon Snow, mentions of past rape/non-con (Ramsay Bolton), Petyr Baelish in love, age gap, dark romance, sweet romance, mild angst with a happy ending, author regrets nothing (inappropriate use of author's talents)
#sansa x petyr#petyr x sansa#sansa stark#petyr baelish#sansa & petyr#petyr littlefinger baelish#littlefinger#game of thrones fanfic#game of thrones smut#the mad queen#mad queen daenerys#daenerys targaryen#bran stark#alayne stone#three eyed raven#westeros
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"Doves and pigeons can also be trained to carry messages," the maester went on, "though the raven is a stronger flyer, larger, bolder, far more clever, better able to defend itself against hawks … yet ravens are black, and they eat the dead, so some godly men abhor them. Baelor the Blessed tried to replace all the ravens with doves, did you know?" The maester turned his white eyes on Jon, smiling. "The Night's Watch prefers ravens." Jon's fingers were in the bucket, blood up to the wrist. "Dywen says the wildlings call us crows," he said uncertainly. "The crow is the raven's poor cousin. They are both beggars in black, hated and misunderstood."
Jon VIII, A Game of Thrones
#trying to find a quote i couldn't remember and stumbled upon this and was like yeah LETS TALK ABOUT RAVENS & CROWS BEING COUSINS!!!!#jon snow#valyrianscrolls#bran stark#asoiaf#a game of thrones
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Songs of Ice
By ViaEstelar
#a song of ice and fire#jon snow#ghost the direwolf#mormont’s raven#sansa stark#arya stark#nymeria#bran stark#summer#rickon stark#shaggydog#fanart#deviantart
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Yet another interesting concept of Bran Stark as the Three-Eyed Raven. This one by Indonesian artist Fredrick Runtu at ArtStation.
#game of thrones#house of the dragon#bran stark#three-eyed raven#fredrick runtu#gra o tron#trône de fer#pemainan takhta#jogo dos tronos#juego de tronos#trono di spade#kampen om tronen#hra o tróny#taht oyunları#trò chơi của ngai#valtaistuinpeli#isang kanta ng yelo at apoy#гра престолів#왕좌의 게임#权力的游戏#ゲームの玉座#صراع العروش#गेम ऑफ़ थ्रोन्स#গেম অব থ্রোনস#تخت کے کھیل#சிம்மாசனத்தில் விளையாட்டு#משחקי הכס#παιχνίδι των θρόνων#игра престолов#เกมล่าบัลลังก์
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THE NECROMANCER
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 ;𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱;; The fruits of necromancy start taking roots inside of you, and your older sister's warnings didn't prepare you for the horrors that were to come.
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CW; This series contains a LOT of sensitive topics. Just like the show, there will be individual warnings for each chapter, I'm not responsible for what you read.
graphic depictions of blood and gore/ canon typical violence / assault/ murder/lots of change in POV/ war/ assault and rape/ mentions of purity culture and virginity / arranged marriage/ typical game of thrones warnings.
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As soon as the boat arrived with her on board, everyone went crazy. It wasn't that big of a deal, I was planning on rejecting the proposal,
why would I marry a complete stranger?
I knew they would make me go receive her and her family, so I hid until they left, I knew my mother would reprimand me, but as much as I could avoid her, the better.
I came down from my hiding spot to see my older sister, Sansa, standing there with her arms over her chest. I was clearly mad, I tried to run, but she caught up to me
"Don't you know just how in trouble you are right now," she said, pulling my ear slightly to not injure me, but enough that it would hurt
"Let me go!" I said."Stop whining! mom's gonna give you an earful"
As we entered the mess hall, i could see my mother standing with a displeased face, looking directly at me
"Why do you not want to see her, Bran?"
My mother said, annoyed. I just ignored her and looked to the side
"Answer me, Brandon," she repeated herself, this time mad.
"Why would I marry someone I've never met!" I snapped, now standing up
"You think she chose to get married, chose to be sent away from her family to come into this one?" She replied hastily looking into my eyes.
I stopped, and I never thought about her situation, I knew my sisters would have the same fate. Yet I still couldn't stomach the thought of being with a complete stranger for the rest of my life.
"...no, I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed, looking at my mother
"When she gets here, treat her nicely, you don't have to like her immediately.. you'll have time to learn how to love and cherish her."
With that, she left, leaving me there pondering on how my life would be with a stranger.
𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱
The harsh cold wind was unfamiliar to me. My fingers felt like falling off. I couldn't imagine how it would feel once winter came.
The Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, got off his horse and came up to us. He looked around, clearly expecting more people
"I thought Lord Caius would come to send you off, I guess I was mistaken," he said sincerely
at the mention of my father's name, my eyes went wide, coming out of my trance. My sister noticed and grabbed my hand firmly.
"My apologies, Lord Stark, some..commotion has started in our land, both our parents had to stay to re ensure the safety of our people."
He nodded, "No worries, I understand. You'll be taken care of here, until your leave." he said.
Robb, the oldest, helped to mount my stuff on the horses. I smiled at him, muttering a small 'thank you'
The man I've learned to address as Theon tried to start small talk once in the horses,
"Bravoos is a beautiful place from what my friends say," he started
"I suppose it does have its own flare,"
I say out of it, just mentions of Bravoos made my stomach churn.
not wanting to seem rude, i forced the conversation to continue
"Winterfell is even more beautiful than what I had imagined. You must feel proud of being born here, my Lord," I say, looking at him, his eyes drop for a second too long.
"I'd have to agree with you, my Lady, it is indeed a beautiful place, yet I'm not form here, I'm form the Iron Islands, a Greyjoy"
"Oh, well, it must've been hard getting used to the weather," I say, mustering up a dry chuckle. He nodded and was about to continue till Robb told him something, and he stayed by his side until we arrived.
It seemed my betrothed was nowhere to be seen.
𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱
Once you arrived at Castle Ward, you couldn't believe your eyes..it was beautiful, a sense of comfort and warmth that radiated from it.
All of the remaining family that didn't go out to receive you and your sister were all lined up, two girls, two boys, and a woman.
As all of you approached them, you heard whispers in the crowd
'She's to marry the little lord?'
'Isn't she a doll'
'so beautiful'
'Bravoosi ey?'
you payed them no mind as you plastered a small smile on your lips and bowed to the family, waiting to be risen you looked up briefly, and the boy, who seemed your age was already looking at you, as soon as the two of your eyes met, they disconnected.
So that was to be your husband, your salvation.
"Rise child," Lady Catelyn said sweetly, and so you did. Looking at her in the eye, you smiled. "Pleasure to finally meet you, my Lady." you say.
"Likewise, you are more beautiful than what the books described... So glad you could make it safely,"
"This is Sansa and Arya, my only daughters, and I've seen you've met Robb, my first born already, we'll this is Rickon, the youngest and Bran, you're betrothed" she continued, pointing at each one of the children as she named them.
"Pleasure to meet you all, I hope we can get along." Your eyes met Bran's as you finished. He avoided them as soon as he saw you.
"I can't wait for us to be sisters," Sansa exclaimed in her place as she went up to you to pull your hand. "Would you like to see your room?" she asked hands, holding yours. You nodded, and she took off running with you in tow.
"Careful not to fall!" Catelyn yelled at the both of you.
Ophelia looked at Brandon and walked up to him.
"I trust you'll take care of her, My Lord?"
she said to him, a trail of worries behind her words.
"I promise, she won't be sad as long as she's with me" Brandon replied, with a smile looking up at her, she nodded and bowed slightly l, mouthing a small 'thank you'
𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱
The food was wonderful, the smell of wine was everywhere in the dining room, and people danced and sang, up until Lord Stark stood up and held his cup of wine and hit it with his spoon
"Today, we celebrate the soon to be union between House Stark and House Corvus!" he said loudly, everyone followed suit, cheering and clapping rather obnoxiously.
Your face was dull and expressionless, staring off into the abyss that were the walls. You couldn't escape it.
You heard her everywhere, like a taunting reminder that you got a better chance that she could've ever gotten, you hated yourself, even if it wasn't your fault.
a hand on your shoulder helped you out of the trance, Arya. If you remember,
"Want to spar outside? If you don't know.. I can teach you!"
You smiled genuinely for what felt like the first time in weeks and nodded, running off with Arya outside.
..
"Grab one!" she said to me, throwing me a wooden sword that was left on the floor. I caught it after it almost escaped my hold, Arya giggled, "Just you wait," I told her jokingly, making her get into a stance, a bad one, and so did I.
We sparred for almost an hour when their Septa walked out of the mess hall and froze in her steps
"Arya Stark!" she yelled in disbelief
"Oh no.." Arya sighed
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?" the septa said as she dragged Arya by the arm
"Im not a lady," Arya bickered
"Your father is a lord, making you. a lady, now get inside!" the old woman said, annoyed, clearly having dealt with this more times that she could count. Once Arya made it inside, and after she flashed you a smile, the septa came up to me
"My Lady, please don't humor her, I hope i won't have to deal with the both of you from now on," she voiced out as nicely as she could
"I promise i won't become a problem." My eyes squinted as I smiled at her.
Pleased with my answer, she bowed slighly and left.
'maybe this wouldn't be so bad' I thought as I gazed at my surroundings, the tall grey walls of the castle were mesmerizing, although the castle back home was more lively and more colourful, on the inside it was dull and bleak, now even more so, with everything currently going on.
"Lost on your thoughts again, little lady?" a man whom i've never met said to me almost invading my personal space."Please don't call me that sir, " I say, trying to sound as polite as possible.
He got closer. "Your father sent me," he said, and my eyes went wide, I opened my mouth to scream, but he covered it "Scream and you'll end up like Leiana, understood?" He asked, I nodded as tears escaped my eyes,
"Your brother ever told you what I did to the little whore?" He continued now moving to the stables, I couldn't breathe, "Answer me!" he screamed.
"NO, no he didn't please let me go, I won't say anything!" My words were rushed, I didn't want to end up like that, broken and destroyed.
He threw me down on the hay that adorned the floor of the empty stable, my cries were drowned by the music that played in the mess hall and the cheers.
"Oh, I'll let you go, just after im done with you," he said, standing up, undoing his belt.
As I tried to scream once more, trying to get anyone to listen to my cries, a sword pushed through the back of the man, blood falling on my skin.. I froze.
"Are you alright?! Did he touch you?!" The man with dark shoulder-length hair said, picking me up, the sword now thrown on the floor.
I hugged him tightly "Thankyou, thank you!" I sobbed trembling.
"What happened?!" I heard Ophelia yell from the doors of the mess hall, once she saw my sobbing figure and the man dead on the floor, she ran to me.
"Please tell me he didn't touch you," She said now on her knees in front of me, holding my face. Her voice was shaking, I shaked my head.
"He asked if Amadeus had told me what he did to Leiana." I tell her as much as my hiccups would let me. Her eyes went dark for a moment.
"Those bastards!" She yelled
The music had stopped, and people were coming outside, Lord Stark came out worried, and once he saw the scene, he hurried to ask what had taken place.
Once everyone calmed down and explained what had happened, I saw Brandon looking at me with worried eyes from afar. He came up to me and offered his coat and left, not knowing what to say. After that, everything was a blurry mess.
When I woke up, a sleeping Ophelia was at my side sitting on a chair. Feeling a shift in the bed, she woke up. "Are you alright, my dear?" She asked me worried, I nodded
"I'm leaving today sister..I can't delay my trip to house Reed" she spoke, my eyes went wide
"What if another one comes after me or worse you!" I exclaim
"I'll be protected by some guards, and so will you, Lord Stark was very understanding"
I sat up abruptly "You told him?!"
"No! Not the whole truth.. I have to be careful"
I relaxed, it wasn't safe for anyone to know as of now, anyone could betray us. Anyone.
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You hugged your sister tightly as she bid farewell to everyone, not knowing if this would be the last time you two would see each other
"We'll meet again" she said caressing your hair
"Once snow comes"
"Blood shall fall"
This would be the last time you heard of Ophelia..alive.
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The days went on rather banal, nothing new, taking sewing and embroidery lessons with Sansa and sneaking off to play with Arya in the courtyard once you got bored.
Everytime you went to talk to Brandon he was dry and cold, sometimes just flat out ignoring you.
you couldn't care less, most royal marriages were only for one thing - unions.
or that's what you told yourself.
One particular day, you noticed you were feeling rather drained, not having done many physical activities you felt worried,
Apparently someone noticed and left you a snack with a note that said 'rest, you look tired', with an apple next to it.
You asked around thinking it was either of the sisters but none knew what you were talking about so you just left it at that.
At around noon, you where playing with Arya on top of some tables, pretending to be knights, when a puncturing pain burst in your lower abdomen making you almost fall off. Arya, worried, dropped her stick and went to you thinking she had hurt you
"Are you okay??" she said panicking "Yes I'm alright just an old bruise I suppose"
you knew it wasn't a bruise, you knew what this pain entailed. You were petrified. this was only the begging.
your sister, Leiana, had explained what happened go the woman in the family once their first blood takes fruition, it's not only blood and pain, it the nightmares of death that plague you, and the smell of blood everywhere. it was too early you thought..way too early.
One morning you woke with the pain gone but a slick feeling in your thighs, you uncovered yourself and saw the crimson red stain that now adorned the bed sheets.
Although you wanted to think you were saved, Leiana also had gotten it, yet that didn't stop them. Nothing stops them
"You know what this entails right my dear" Lady Stark asked you, as you told her what was happening. you nodded slightly, she smiled.
"Don't worry, I know other houses make the girls marry as soon as there first blood occurs, but not here, neither of you are ready so don't fret, your still a child, I couldn't do that to you" she said empathicly. you just nodded and thanked her, and as she left you could only smell blood, it irked you, you felt disgusting.
Sansa was next to you at dinner talking about how wonderfull this was, you could have children now, give birth to little lords and ladies, which made Brandon's cheeks dust a light pink. You giggled, but there was a part of you that felt a nauseating feeling at the pit of your stomach.
If you had a girl would she deal with the same thing your sister did? Would she be chased down the streets and tainted by the men who swore to protect her?
No. you'd make sure she'll never go through that horrible, thing you'll make sure. Even if it's the last thing you do.
The following day you could barely walk, the pain was getting worse and Maester Luwin said ot was normal. saying it was because you had gotten it sooner than it should.
If only.
As you were walking with Sansa trying to withstand the cramping pain, talking about how you two would want both your futures to play out, the pain got worse, in an instant it felt like soemone took a blow to your lower stomach, making you bend over and groaning in pain. Sansa noticed and went to your aid, but before you could say anything everything went black.
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You opened your eyes and the bright light blinded you briefly, your head throbbed as the distant noise got closer.
You weren't quite sure where you were, but it wasn't Winterfell. It was red, everything, the snow was crimson red, the dew falling off the trees was red everything was red. You looked at yourself in the nearby bloodied river.
it wasn't you.
you felt around the face that was reflected on the river, it wasn't yours yet you could feel it, it was c aked in blood as well as the hair that came with it.
before panicking you remembered your sister's words;
"apart from the normal symptoms, you'll be ridden with nightmares for days might even be weeks"
You felt and indescribable hunger and as you saw the crimson snow it became appealing - appetizing even.
you took a handful of it and ate it, and then another, and another until your hunger was satiated.
everything went black for a while and when you awoke, you still weren't in Winterfell, but in the palace of Corvus. Castle Ravenna.
It wasn't you, you had to remind yourself before any panic would settle in your bones.
It all looked so different, The sigil on the banners was the old one, the walls were relatively new, even the throne looked more polished
this was clearly long before you had been born, who's body you were inhibiting, you didnt know, but it felt... different than in the snow earlier, the blood on your veins wamer, and faster.
"Amelia! are you listening?" the voice of a man said
Amelia? if the stories the women in blood told your sister were true, she was the first necromancer of house corvus.
"Yes dear?" you answered, the voice not your own.
"What have you been doing in the outskirts of the city, I've told you a hunded times. do not." he kept going
"The snow, i helped get rid of the red snow"
You didn't know how you knew what to say. You just did. It was automatic.
"We can't keep escaping from our marital duties.. we need to produce an heir"
Your stomach churned at the thought.
The blackout ensued again, yet this time you were in the garden, your hand was bleeding profusely, and a white rabbit squirmed on the floor, its head was detached.
You wouldn't move, couldn't, it felt as in a second your body was still and then you were looking through the rabbits eyes.
You've heard of wargs, yet they manipulated live animals.. not the dead.. as you snapped out of it, you gasped and quickly jid the beheaded rabbit in a bush, washing the wounded hand on the fountain.
The night you finally consummated your marriage with your husband, he was gentle, truly, he was, but we both longed for someone else. We didn't belong to the other, yet our destinies were written long before our conception.
Another black out. Gods, did you hate them by now.
You held your first born in your arms, a beautiful baby girl, eyes like the forest and caramel skin. She cooed at you and you smiled.
Her father seemed mad, only came in the room to corroborate the gender of the child and left.
Your nightmares showed the many children you or better said, Amelia, had through out the years. Five boy and five girls, only two made with love, the other out of necessity.
The last one was the most brutal of them all
Your body was now old and wrinkly as you could only stare in shock as the torture that was inflicted on your daughters was laughed at, and sang about, the remaining two sat on the table ridden in fear that they would wake up with a man in their chambers, putting the through hell, and you couldn't do anything.
Their daughters' daughters would go through this hell, and their daughters after that. Amelia couldn't bear it. You could feel it in her veins. She mustered any bit of energy left in her old bones and killed the man whom she had married all those years ago
The man who let men do whatever they pleased with your daughters for the sake of the kingdom. It was her last straw.
"You stand here accused of practicing the dark arts, and the worst crime..regicide, how do you plead?" The man asked loud for the whole city to hear
I stayed silent.
"Any last words then?" He asked
I looked up and said:
"My daughters will not be able to use their gifts, but be worry of the ones to come, one will be born so fierce, she'll fear no man, as no man will come to harm her, the loss of her sisters will only strengthen her, and the downfall of the tyrants of Bravoos will come"
The daughters cried as they were held by the perpetrators as your neck was sliced from ear to ear. Everything went black for the last time.
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When you finally woke up, it was in a cold sweat, pawing at your neck with one hand. You looked hastily at your surroundings and saw a sleeping Bran at your bedside, a hand holding yours. Your heartbeat slowed a little, and you smiled
"Brandon, wake up," you say softly, shaking him
He woke up slowly, eyes groggy, but when he laid his eyes on your figure, his eye widened, and he jumped to hug you. "I thought you wouldn't wake up," he said distraught
You hugged him back and said, "Didn't know you missed me," grinning.
He glared at you playfully "Maybe..maybe not, are you okay? you were gone for days, mumbling things in your sleep.. you had me worried, " he said the blush in his cheeks eminent.
You couldn't stop the giggles that exited your mouth. After being cold and distant for so long, who could've thought he would be so concerned for your well being.
"Don't laugh." he added as he tried to storm out the room, but your hand pulling his stopped him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude," you say in between laughs. He furrowed his brows and quickly kissed your cheek, making you shut up. your brain malfunctioned, and you just stared at him, eyes wide and cheeks red.
Before you could say anything, he bolted out the door, yelling, "She woke up!"
And you just stared at the door in disbelief.
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To start off Disability Pride Month strong and celebrating the continuation of House of the Dragon season 2, I hope that Bran Stark gets so much sex and has so many kids, it ruins Westerosi democracy forever.
Sansa’s accusation of his impotence in the finale was some of the most random, casual, quite possibly inaccurate ableism I’ve ever witnessed. Lots of paralyzed people go on to lead active, fulfilling sex lives, some can still have children, and Ms. Queen of the North is not even a healer, much less a medical expert. Meanwhile, Bran is the Three-Eyed Raven, he can watch any sex scene his wild ass country has ever perpetrated from now till the beginning of time, and he’s had literally all the time in the world to study. He’s the king of a newly united Westeros, the world is his oyster, and by the Old Gods and the New, for all we know, he’s got Podrick’s magic dick.
In this essay I will—
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ahhh yay!!
i would like to request something for modern!bran if that’s okay🙏🏻
i was thinking maybe modern!bran with goth reader?
like just headcanons or an imagine, whatever you’d like
you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to :)
lipstick. modern!bran headcanons
MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran x goth!reader (a/n): I'm so sorry this is so short! Being goth has a lot of different types in that aesthetic, so I tried to generalize and keep it as unspecific as I could! (this Bran goes with this headcanon post I did of him) all notes are appreciated. tag list: @thethreeeyed-raven @howyouloveyourdragon @hopelesswritergall @fairysluna @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @its-actually-minicika
SFW
• Bran loves you so much
• he ADORES when you sit on his lap and you do his makeup
• though, he's SUUUCH a pain to put makeup on
• he's always laughing and moving, trying to lean in and kiss you
• you have to yell at him, giving him a small smack as he cackles
• "what? can I not have a kiss?" he'll feign innocence that'll make you roll your eyes
• black cat and golden retriever
• he loves letting you dress him up in gothic themed clothing, so proud of any and all outfits you give him
• posts pics of you. over dressed gothic partner with the underdressed basic gamer
• he loves to bring you on his streams, the chat LOVVVES you
• he'll do "partner picks my aesthetic" streams with you, just adoring how excited you get in contrast to your darker more standoffish look
• def looks a bit strange seeing you side by side, but he doesn't care. ur his pfp on EVERYTHING and loves the way you present yourself
• def been called a discord mod with his kitten which has plagued your day to day life where he will jokingly call you kitten
• "that's a lot of talk for my discord kitten," he'll tease, knowing how frustrated it makes you.
does NOT shut up about how he wants to do beastboy x raven
ORR BATMAN X CAT WOMAN he’s OBSESSEDDD
def will call you emo for your aesthetic, laughs so hard when you’re get a bit angry with him
“hey! don’t be mad, maybe i like emos.” he’ll coo, just making you huff then kiss him to shut him up
def will let your paint his nails shades of black and grey, wears that shit with pride
LOVES it when you put on dark lipstick and kiss all over his face. he’s done that smudged lipstick tiktok so many times 👀
even though you’re the more intimidating outer shell of the relationship, bro will fight god for you
someone says shit about your aesthetic, calls you emo or says something harsh, he’s ON IT.
only he’s allowed to poke fun at his partner. someone says shit?
lets just say he’s almost killed a few people
forces you to teach him how to use a wax seal
he’ll nag you for hours, and you finally teach him and he’s over the moon
then one day, he’ll show up with a parchment letter that he’s tea stained for you. you honestly don’t believe it at first
bran didn’t SEEM like the type to do this, but gods he DID IT HE WROTE YOU A GOTHIC PARCHMENT LETTER QUILL AND INK AND EVERYTHING??!!
He LIVES to make you smile with gifts like that
constantly bugging you about what new clothes or shoes you want, what jewelry you may like, what antique gothic trinkets you think are beautiful
then within days they’re in ur hands and you just are like “oh.”
HE LOOOVES taking you to museums of antique medieval gothic resorts
he loves to hear you talk about them, grinning at your excitement and passions and how beautiful you look when you talk so much you run out of breath and have to sharply inhale before continuing
after taking you to the museum he’ll take you on a romantic moonlit picnic with only candles he brought and distant street lights illuminating you both
and he’ll softly go
“i love you…” pause. “even though you’re kind of emo.” then break into a cackle and beg you not to get up and leave
NSFW
• absolutely loves how your black makeup runs down your face when he tails the fuck out of you
• he loves the sight of your hair scattered across the bed as he pins you down, mascara running down your cheeks as you cry in pleasure
• he loves when you have dark lipstick on and kiss all over his body. gladly takes pictures of it and posts it on his private twitter
• usually after sex his face is covered in dark lipstick smudged over his swollen lips and flushed cheeks
• he loves ripping your dark thigh highs apart, immediately delving in your goods with the thin cloth RIPPED APART so easily.
• sometimes gets frustrated because of the layers to your outfits
• he's a switch, loves when you dom him and leave him a begging crying mess with lipstick marks on his thighs and hardened buds on his chest
will never ever stop joking about “you love dark things? let me make some dark ass marks on that pretty little neck.” while he growls and pulls you onto his lap with a cheeky grin
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I Can See Things That Happened In The Past
#bran stark#three eyed raven#greenseer#house stark#warg#game of thrones#got#asoif/got#asoif fanart#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#old art
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